Loneliness!!!!!!! YES PLEASE!
I,
Robinson Crusoe, like to be by myself so much I enjoy writing about myself
would like to examine myself to better understand my situation of loneliness
and how I’ve dealt with it. Prior to my island “landing”, I had not dealt with
much loneliness. From the story of my life as I started out on my journey I
have been surrounded by family and lived in comfort. It is only when he
experiences solitude on his island that he learning to accept and cherish my
loneliness. Spoilers, later on I even leave the life of company and returns to my
happy lonely island.
Throughout
the beginning of my story and well into my arrival on my island I was
constantly fighting the companionship of others. In the beginning of the story
you can see me starting my journey into happy loneliness as I abandon my
father. This is not only upheld throughout the earlier parts of the story, but
also enriched as I gets rid of other helpful characters such as my fellow
slave-mate turned “friend” during my escape from the Turks..
One
of the most interesting things about me and my loneliness is how much I lean on
it. Later on in the story I find a foot print years and years after living I
have been living alone on the island. Through the sudden appearance of what
could be another person my loneliness was threatened and I locked myself away
for days before finally re-releasing myself back unto the island.
I
feel as though my solidarity of living alone was threatened at this time. How
could I, nay, how would I face anything other than living alone in this
wonderful deserted place? I would not, could not bear the sight of another
human being, though I have forgotten what it was like to be among men following
my long absence among people. What was most concerning to me about this whole
ordeal was the fact that things may change due to the introduction of a new
character.
If I
must say something about my own loneliness, it is this: I have been and always
will be happy within my loneliness. I fear
the day I have to face people again and if you’ve read what I have told, then
you will see that is so true I cannot avoid being fated to that lonely place I
like to call home. Even that place has no name because in doing so would allow
me to relate to the island in such a way that might take away some of the
loneliness. If only more people could learn that this truly is the way to live.
I picked a random paper... It seems this one was sort of narrative by Robinson Crusoe. I'm not sure but apparently when I write this way I have an utter lack of brush strokes. I've highlighted all I think should be passive and abstract subject.Let me know if anything is amiss.